Well, I expected it to be hard and it certainly did not disappoint. I decided I might not have enough time to get it all in --so I started crying yesterday. And kept it up periodically all day today as well. It was harder than Christmas, Thanksgiving and even Paxton's birthday although that was really tough too.
I baked his favorite German Chocolate cake because the lady leading the meetings at GriefShare suggested we actually acknowledge or even celebrate his birthday. It would make us feel closer and like he had not been forgotten. So I had planned to have lunch with my daughter and son in law, talk about Brian and tell some funny stories about him or share our favorite memories, have his favorite cake and feel like we had honored his memory and acknowledged that he was still a part of our family and always would be. I baked the cake...
I cried all through the cake baking wishing I had baked it last year but knowing I did not. We went to lunch - I cried all the way there and all the way back and couldn't talk about him at all because I knew I would make a scene in the restaurant. Then they showed me his daughter's post on Facebook and that made me cry.
She posted a sweet note to him that sadly I knew was something that he had waited his entire life to hear. She told him how she wished he could see that baby and that she now finally realized how much he had loved the three of them. She said she finally understood how deep a parent's love really was. She said she loved him and she wished that she had told him. He, like most parents, would have given all he had to hear her acknowledge that.
I had wanted to write something special for him today much like she did but for some reason - I can't. All I can do is cry.
Here we are almost seven months later. We still have no idea what actually happened. And though I have honestly "tried" to buy the story we have --I still can't. You just had to know him like we all knew him. He had a quick temper that is true but he has never been able to hurt anything in his entire life. He had a temper but he could never hold a grudge. He blew it off and was completely over it and remorseful in 10 minutes. He was just loud. But truly good-hearted. He loved deeply and was loyal to a fault.
It was his birthday six years ago and he had run back into Kara that week after six years had passed since they had first met - "Mom, I know you are going to think I am crazy but I let her get away one time, and I do not intend to do that again."
They had met when he was thirty years old and she was just 18 and right out of school. He went out with her a few times and even brought her to church once then he abruptly broke it off. He said she was just too young. Even though he did not look but about nineteen himself - he had lived a lot more of life than she had and he was afraid. He was afraid she would regret not living some of her life before she settled down. He was afraid she would do like his first wife and wait until she was 25 and then decide she wanted to live all the life she had missed. He had reservations about what his kids would think; what other people would think; what her parents would think; how she would relate to his kids considering her age. He could not handle it and so he broke it off and apparently always regretted it.
He said he had looked for her everywhere he went. He only dated two girls in between and he could never commit. He said he had not been consciously waiting on her but he did admit he could never completely get her out of his mind. When they ran into each other after six years he asked her to marry him two weeks later! She was grown now and he no longer had the same worries and reservations about her and he was determined never to lose her again. That was the week of his 36th birthday. They married the following July. He felt like all that had been taken from him when his first wife left was being restored to him. And he was happier than I had ever seen him. He had never thought he could ever trust again and used to always say he would never marry again. But not only did he know immediately that he wanted to marry Kara - trust was never an issue.
She loved him and she made sure he knew it. He never doubted her love for him even after all he'd been through. She admired him for his talents. She trusted his judgment in everything and she always liked the fact that he was the head of the family and took care of the finances. Unlike most girls her age - independence was something she cared very little about. His taking care of those things was actually a measure of security to her and I believe with all my heart that she loved her life with him. He also admired her. He admired who she was as a person - her honesty and dedication to their marriage and their home. He trusted her completely and always knew she was a good-hearted person. He admired her as a mother and in five years of marriage he never once complained about anything to do with her. He never to my knowledge ever said an unkind word about her to anyone. He always bragged on her cooking and what a good housekeeper she was and thought she was absolutely the best mom ever to their son. He would have given her anything she wanted that was in his power to provide.
There is just still no way that I can know who he was in his heart and believe he was in any way capable of this. I know I'm his mother but it isn't just me - no one that ever knew him can believe it. There was nothing he would not do for anyone.
He was my heart and I don't know how I will ever live without him but still to me the hardest part of this is the legacy this leaves for him that I will never believe he deserves.
Brian, I love you with all my heart and I miss you more than I even thought possible and no matter what - I knew who you were and nothing will ever make me believe this.
Forty -two years ago I became Brian's mom - and nothing will ever change that.